Stepping out of the temple gates, Jiang Shouzhong prepared to board the carriage when he was stopped by Chun Yu.
"Master Jiang, please wait a moment, the lady is inside changing her clothes."
Changing clothes?
Jiang Shouzhong turned his head to look back at the temple, muttering to himself in puzzlement, "Could it be that the scent of incense from the temple is so disagreeable to her? How utterly baffling."
Soon, a melodious and enchanting female voice came from inside the carriage, "Come in."
Chun Yu stepped aside to let him pass.
Jiang Shouzhong entered the carriage and was taken aback.
The woman, who had just been radiating glamour, had changed into a plain, unadorned white dress, giving her an air of understated elegance.
And the black silken stockings were gently folded to the side.
With the seductiveness gone, only her dignified poise remained, like a frosty moon that had cleansed away all vanity, she looked like a... fetching widow whose husband had just passed away.
